I have to work tonight, which means the snow stops just long enough for the roads to get cleared, then starts with just enough time for them to get to the nastiest state possible. I will leave and then the plow will come by clearing the road once more, which does me no good. By the time I am done with work, the roads will once more be nearly impassible.
This is how winter works. I’m fairly certain that somewhere along the way I pissed the snow gods off in an unforgivable way. I should seriously consider moving some place without snow.
I hate snow.
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
Peeta’s the good one, the likable one. He can make people believe anything. I’m the one who shuts up and sits back and lets him do as much of the talking as possible.
I’m writing Peeta and Katniss fic… someone stop me.
"Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one. The voice of the crowd rises into one universal scream as we roll into the fading evening light, but neither one of us reacts. I simply fix my eyes on a point far in the distance and pretend there is no audience, no hysteria. I can’t help catching glimpses of us on the huge screens along the route, and we are not just beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. We star-crossed lovers from District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans’ favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving."
Josh: She’s very clearly attacking me and Liam thinks it’s hilarious because he’s tall enough to defend himself against her.
Jimmy: Why is she just attacking you for?
Josh: Just because she’s her, man. People think that it’s like cool and she’s humble and all this, but she actually has mental problems!